After coming out of Qinzheng Hall, she saw Li Yi holding Yong Ning's hand, humming a brisk unknown tune, and obviously in a good mood. Li Mingzhu stepped forward and asked.
"We'll find out when we go to the Lizheng Hall later." Li Yi replied casually and whispered something in Yongning's ear. The little girl's eyes instantly brightened.
Li Mingzhu's expression moved slightly, and she instantly understood what he was referring to, and her anxious heart finally relaxed.
Li Xuan's expression was also slightly excited, and he immediately became looking forward to the competition in a moment.
"This is a serious matter, so your Majesty, please think twice!"
"Li Xianzi is indeed talented in arithmetic, but today's competition must not be such a child's play!"
"Your Majesty, please take back your order, we can't lose again!"
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After hearing the news just announced by Emperor Jing, the expressions of several high officials in the court changed and they all stepped forward to advise.
I have long been accustomed to Li Yi always creating surprises for him at critical moments. When I saw his expression just now, how could I not know that he was already 100% sure in his heart? At this moment, he was too lazy to explain to the ministers. He waved his hand and said: "
My decision has been made, no need for you to say more, the time is coming, please follow me to the Li Zheng Palace."
"His Majesty……"
Several officials were still trying to say something, but Emperor Jing had already walked out of the hall.
"This, Your Majesty, this is too hasty. Could it be that Li Xianzi's poetry and literary attainments are higher than those of Wei Siye? I'm afraid he will lose today..." the Minister of Rites said with a worried look on his face.
There was even a hint of despair on the faces of the people behind him. How could a young man of such a weak age compare to a Wei Siye who has been studying this for decades? His majesty’s childishness at this moment would make
Jingguo paid a very heavy price.
On the other hand, Wei Siye's face did not show any disappointment or anger. Instead, he felt relieved.
After all, when he loses more and wins less, he also has a lot of psychological pressure. Of course it is good to win. If he loses, Ma Zhongcheng will be a lesson for him. He will be reviled by people in Kyoto and even the entire Jingguo. Thinking about it, it would be terrible. If not
Necessary, who is willing to put a lifetime of fame on this competition?
That Mr. Li is still too young, and youth and vigour often come at a heavy price.
It was rare for Prime Minister Qin to express any opinion on this matter. Among the people present, even Dong Wenyun was far inferior to him in terms of understanding of County Prince Li.
If even Wei Siye is not sure of victory, His Majesty's move is probably the most correct choice.
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Li Zheng Hall is the place where hundreds of officials go to court, but starting from yesterday, the morning court is no longer the most important activity of Li Zheng Hall. Nothing is more important than the competition with Qi State.
The core dozen or so officials were discussing important matters with Emperor Jing in the Qinzheng Hall, while the others were waiting outside the Lizheng Hall.
When Li Yi and the others came here, there were already many people outside the hall.
At this time, the time has not yet arrived and the palace door has not been opened. When the three of them walked to a secluded place in the corner with few people, Li Xuan, who was talking quietly to Li Mingzhu, was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then walked aside with a happy face and took a photo.
He patted a young man on the shoulder and said unexpectedly: "Brother, we meet again."
The young man turned around with a somewhat stunned expression. When he saw Li Xuan, his face showed doubts, and he soon became enlightened and said, "You are from Qunyu Courtyard..."
Li Yi and Li Mingzhu then came over. He was a little surprised when he saw the young man. Last time in Qunyu Courtyard, because there was no place, Li Xuan took the initiative to share a table with him. Although there was no conversation, he
Li Yi had a good impression of him, and it was indeed surprising to meet him in the palace this time.
"Why are you here?" It is difficult to meet anyone who suits his taste. Li Xuan looked at him and asked curiously: "Could it be that you are also an official of the DPRK and China? Why haven't I seen you before?"
The young man was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
Li Mingzhu looked at Li Xuan in surprise. The crowd in the distance looked over, and there was also quite a commotion.
Li Yi looked at the young man and the people behind him, then turned around and saw the expressions on the officials' faces. He thought it couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
"The third prince of Qi?" Li Yi looked at him and asked with some uncertainty.
At this special moment, being excluded by the officials of Jingguo, these people were obviously headed by him. Except for the third prince who was famous in Kyoto, it seemed that it could be no one else.
"Brother Li, we meet again." The young man smiled slightly and bowed his hands to them.
Li Xuan's expression was stunned, and he did not recover from this accident for a while.
Li Yi bowed his hands to the young man, pulled Li Xuan's sleeves and pulled him away. This kind of situation was not suitable for getting close to him.
"The one with them seems to be Princess Jing. Does the third prince know those two people?" After Li Yi and the others left, an old man stepped forward and asked.
The young man smiled and said, "I met them once. They are two interesting people."
He did not continue on this topic and asked: "The second competition is about to begin. Is Brother Xiuwen ready?"
Another young man leaned against the pillar, holding a book in his hand and reading in ecstasy. He did not answer. The third prince of Qi shook his head. A poetry geek is indeed a poetry geek...
On the other side, Li Mingzhu looked at Li Yi and Li Xuan suspiciously. Before she could ask the questions in her heart, the place suddenly became commotion. Not far away, accompanied by Qin Xiang and others, Emperor Jing slowly walked towards this side.
Come.
The officials looked slightly excited and followed Emperor Jing into the hall. The third prince of Qi glanced at the young man behind him and said, "Let's go."
The young man stood up straight, closed the poetry book in his hand, and looked in the direction of the main hall, with a smile on his lips.
"I hope today's competition will be interesting..."
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There was an eerie silence above the court.
It's not because I'm worried that the noise will affect the competition, but because of the decision His Majesty just announced.
The candidate for this competition is actually not Wei Siye, but County Master Li!
His Majesty's move undoubtedly killed their only glimmer of hope before the competition!
If the envoys of Qi State were not present in the palace, the pot would have been boiling over in the Golden Palace.
Everyone looked at Li Yi with confusion, regret and even resentment, but no matter which emotion they were in, they no longer had any hope for the result of today's competition.
"Prince Li?" An imperceptible light flashed deep in the eyes of the third prince of Qi Kingdom, but it quickly faded away.
As for the young man, with a slight expression of regret on his face, he waited for the third prince to pull out a stick from a bamboo tube. When he saw the word "dusk" on it, he closed his eyes and began to think.
Naturally, this poetry competition will not be a free exercise. There are dozens of lottery tickets in the bamboo tube, each with different content, such as chanting about objects and expressing feelings, describing scenes and expressing feelings. Whichever one is drawn, the two people will use it as the title and compose a poem respectively.
First, comparing similar poems, it is naturally easier to distinguish between them.
Of course, everyone has their own type of expertise. In order to eliminate chance and ensure fairness, this competition will be drawn three times.
At the moment when the young man closed his eyes, Li Yi had already walked to the table, dipped his pen in ink, and decisively started writing amid the stunned expressions of the officials and envoys of Qi State.
"So fast?"
"Could he have been prepared?"
"Unlikely, the lot was drawn by the third prince of Qi State. No one knew the title before that, unless..."
"Cough, cough, Mr. Zhu, be careful what you say, be careful what you say..."
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After being shocked, the officials seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions became strange. After looking at each other, they returned to normal in an instant.
When the Qi envoy saw this, he could naturally think of something, and the expression on his face became a little uncertain.
Only the third prince looked calm. When he drew the lottery just now, he had carefully checked it. Each lot indeed had different content written on it. Unless he had prepared dozens of songs in one day that could surpass Zhao Xiuwen's.
To write good poetry - and this is simply impossible.
At this time, he didn't care about the poetry anymore. He was thinking about another thing and looked at Li Yi with a deep look.
After a while, Li Yi put down his pen, and an eunuch immediately came forward and posted the poem he had written on the paper.
At this time, Zhao Xiuwen from Qi State had not yet opened his eyes.
Naturally, all the officials looked over immediately. They were first shocked by the elegant calligraphy in his hand. They all said that the young man from Chang'an County had great calligraphy skills. Only then did he realize that the rumors were true.
It has to be said that at this moment, a glimmer of hope ignited in Baiguan's heart.
Then, after reading the entire poem, their fire of hope was ruthlessly extinguished again.
"It's really not easy to achieve this level of success in such a short period of time."
"It can be considered an excellent piece of writing."
"It's just a pity..."
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Among the hundreds of officials in the court, in addition to military generals, who can be called "civilian", who does not stand out from millions of people? Even if he is not like Wei Siye who has studied poetry all his life, how can he
He has no profound attainments in poetry and prose.
Not to mention preparations in advance, if it is really done on the spot, it is rare to be able to write such poems in such a short period of time, at least most of them cannot do it, but the person opposite him, but
He has the title of "the most talented poet in a millennium". If he is only of this level, there is no possibility of defeating him.
Seeing the sighs of the courtiers, the expression on Emperor Jing's face did not change. After taking a look at Li Yi, he found that he was talking quietly to Yongning, and he felt more at ease.
At this moment, Zhao Xiuwen finally opened his eyes.
He walked to his desk, picked up his pen, and dipped it in ink. The courtier's heart also became troubled.
He looked up at the poem that was posted, and his eyes lit up because of the handwriting. Then he shook his head and lowered his head to write.
A moment later, Zhao Xiuwen looked up again.
This time, the pen in his hand could no longer fall.
